...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

But in a country where you hang your dead up on walls and pride whether or not a man bears a javelin more than his character, how am I to persuade you out of a war? It would be suicide for Kildenree to war on Bayern and butchery for Bayern to attack Kildenree. If you don't believe me, then send me back. Or if you don't trust me to leave, I'll return to my little room on the west wall and tend your geese, and you can be sure that on my watch no thieves will touch my flock.